The strange chirping sound continued, albeit very intermittently. It was definitely coming from the room ahead of them. As Yetu and Sobek looked into the chamber, nothing seemed immediately out of the ordinary. The room itself was recessed, three small steps down from the passageway they were currently in. It looked to be about 30 foot squared with the same natural walls they had encountered so far. Someone had assuredly taken what was once a natural cavern structure and carved out rooms in order to make this place. When, and for what purpose, was anyone's guess. Sobek imagined it was done quite some time ago, and probably long abandoned and forgotten by now. Nonetheless, discretion being the better part of valor, the giant gatorman closed his one good eye and invoked the power of bokor magic, drawing on dark energies from the very land and infusing himself with its power. Yetu had seen him do this before, but was never any less awed by its affects. A swirling black cloud enveloped the chieftain and instantly transformed his body into a deathly pale, quasi-undead form that could be chilling to behold the first time one witnessed it. Sobek had called the spell 'Death Pact', and when one gazed upon the end result of the dweomer, realized it was quite aptly named. In reality, it did not substantially change Sobek from a standpoint of who he was or how his mental and physical characteristics functioned. It did however offer the bokor an increased level of defense against most attacks aimed at him due to the undead qualities the magic had infused him with. Feeling more confident, the chieftain raised his staff and entered the room. To his left, an otherwise intact wall was clearly compromised by a hole the circumference of Sobek's head. Huddled next to the hole was a creature about the size of a large badger, it's sharp teeth, large, bat-like ears, and mottled brown fur some of it's most distinct features. But nothing stood out more about the little monster than it's bright red eyes, most likely an adapted physical quality that let it see quite clearly in the dark, an ability neither the gatorman nor the Pygmy Troll possessed. "Good thing we brought that lantern, Yetu," Sobek announced. "Now, come help me corner this thing, as it looks like the beginnings of a wonderful meal."

Yetu moved down the steps and entered the room. Noticing the creature hissing and bearing it's teeth at them, it did not attack nor retreat into it's hole. Unless it was a female protecting it's young, the Pyg found this behavior somewhat odd. What was it doing? On a hunch, Yetu raised the lantern and began scanning the area intently. He closely eyed every corner of the room and saw no signs of any more of the creatures. Looking back at the bat-like badger for clues toward it's disposition, Yetu noticed the long, curved claws on both its fore and hind legs. Lilith, a master of creature identification, had taught him that this was quite often an evolutionary development that creatures manifested indicating they were adept at digging and possibly even climbing.

As he looked up to the ceiling, sure enough his assessment was correct. Approaching from above, literally upside down on the ceiling of the cavern, were two more of the beasts walking slowly and silently toward him. Smart little bastards, Yetu thought to himself. The one on the ground was nothing more than a distraction, and it almost worked. But now the bushwhacker was ready, and took a grounding cover position preparing for the creatures to drop.